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A Miracle For Me

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Today, I’m going back to story telling. This is a short story from my book Shirley’s Shorts and Flashes. I’ve decided to ebook publish on Amazon. I may put it in book form at a later time, just because I like to hold books. There is something about the smell of a book that you can’t get from a Kindle. I hope you enjoy this nonfiction story. Have a blessed day.

I Found It

The day I found it, I knew beyond any doubt, He was real. That profound piece of knowledge was shown to me repeatedly through my life.

I am a mother of two children, now grown. I’ve been an RN for thirty-two years. Before I became a nurse, I spent years trying to survive and take care of my two young children as a single mom. I lived on food stamps and in public housing, and I hated every minute of it.

I’d always wanted to be a nurse and in fact started college right out of high school. I decided at that point I wanted my man, and put love above my education. I was married to my children’s father for nine years. He decided he wanted to play. I’m a selfish woman, I don’t share well. My marriage ended.

I lived in Vernon, Texas when my marriage ended. My parents lived in Oklahoma. Everything about my world crumbled around me. I didn’t have a job, I had two small children, and I was an emotional wreck. I wasn’t dealing with my failed marriage well. I had my children wanting their father, and my family telling me the children needed their daddy. I actually swallowed my pride and asked my husband to move back home. I met him at the door, when he moved back. He gave me a kiss and I knew with that kiss something was missing. His being home lasted four days. He couldn’t stay away from his play toy. There was too much pain to handle. I packed up and moved back home to McAlester.

The subsidized housing we lived in was not bad, but the neighborhood could get rough. At that point, in time, which was in the mid 1970’s I, felt as if I were the only caucasian in the complex. My apartment was broken into a couple of times and once I made the mistake of leaving my month’s food stamps on the end table. They disappeared.

I rejoiced when I received a five-dollar increase in my welfare check. Every five dollars in my pocket helped. The rejoicing didn’t last long. The housing authority raised my rent by six dollars a month. It was a losing battle. There was no way to win.

We never had enough money to buy the non-food items we needed, such as laundry soap, toilet paper, and dishwashing soap. Times got so bad, my children would go to a service station and steal toilet paper for us to use.

Towards the end of the month, we would run out of food. Weekends and summer were the hardest, because the kids didn’t get their breakfast and lunch at school. I was blessed enough to have a mom and dad who let me and the kids come to their house for supper when we needed to. I felt like a failure from beginning to end. I couldn’t do anything right. I was supposed to have stayed married, and raised my kids with both a mother and a father. Instead, I felt like a moocher, even though I know they didn’t feel that way. The guilt I felt was eating me up.

I finally got enough of my mind back that I decided to go back to college and fulfill my dream of becoming a nurse. I couldn’t continue to let my children live the way they were living. My mom was so supportive. She encouraged me every chance she got. She wanted me to get the education she’d always wanted for me. I had to be able to take care of my children and myself.

My uncle teased me about not needing an education, because I now had two diplomas, Allan and Stephanie. He’d tried to talk me out of quitting school to marry my kids father, but of course being young and in love I didn’t listen.

Using Pell Grants, I moved to Wilburton and began college at Eastern Oklahoma State College. I made application to their nursing program and was accepted. The two-year program, which I took three to complete, was tough. I took all of my prerequisites one year and did nursing the next two years.

The kids and I lived in a two-bedroom house trailer on campus for the first year. I had a car but didn’t drive much except to go back home to see mom and dad. Mom would usually give me money for the gasoline. The problem of living in Wilburton and being in school, I no longer qualified for food stamps, because I received too much money from the Pell Grant.

We still had to eat and pay bills, so I took a part time job at a local nursing home working as an aide. Since my family owned nursing homes, I was well qualified. I’d done everything from cooking in the kitchen to the laundry room. The down side to the job, it didn’t pay much more than minimum wage, and I had to pay for day care. It didn’t leave me much money. I worked whenever I could.

Through God’s grace, we made it through the first year. Due to almost freezing to death in that trailer, I found a walk-up apartment I could afford to rent. The kids’ day care was down the road from us about a block, and I could drop them off on my way to class without having to drive out of my way.

My second year of nursing school was the toughest. I couldn’t work many hours because of my clinical schedule for school. It got to the point one time when there wasn’t even milk for the kids in the refrigerator. I had nothing. I cried and I prayed and cried some more. I’d finally cried all the tears I could and I needed comfort.

Something made me pick up my Bible and I began reading in my favorite book of Isaiah. I felt comforted, as I always did. After my divorce, I slept with the Bible close to me. God was my comfort and my strength. When I turned, the page, what I saw astounded me. I began crying all over again, except this time with joy.

Stuck inside my Bible was a crisp, new twenty-dollar bill. I didn’t put it there, which made it a miracle for me. It would let me buy food until my payday from work rolled around in a couple of days. I fell on my knees and began praising God. I knew then I didn’t have anything to worry about because He was with me. You know what, He still is. I worry very little because I know God has my back. I have failed him many times, but He has never failed me.

Times remained hard while I was in school, but I received my nursing license and my world turned around. I know I made it through with God’s help and the help of my family.

Please click the link below and read about the three year old who saves his sister. Blessings to all.

http://ts3.mm.bing.net/th?id=H.4510983616989146&pid=15.1

It’s Over, Sort Of

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Official photographic portrait of US President...

Official photographic portrait of US President Barack Obama (born 4 August 1961; assumed office 20 January 2009) (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Here it is the day after one of the worst election campaigns that I have witnessed since I became old enough to actually pay attention to the television. Thankfully it is finally over and we have put our country in the hands of the President for a second term. There has been a lot of faith placed in him that he will continue to bring this country forward out of the quagmire we’ve been in for far to long.

He has a big job to do and I wouldn’t want to change places with him for anything in this world. It’s an extremely thankless position with nice perks and a place to live.  He is essentially the fall guy for both parties. As a Christian I have to place him and this country in the hands of God with prayer to back him up. That prayer is for him to do what needs to be done here at home and abroad.

I would encourage each Christian and other God-fearing faiths to pray. The biggest thing for me right now is Israel. I spent this past weekend at a conference that explained that Israel does not belong to the people but to God and he does not want his land divided.  Any country that goes against Israel and helps to divide the land will be judged by God. From my understanding both President Obama and Gov. Romney both want Israel divided in two for the cause of peace.

The other thing which was said about Israel is they will be in war with Iran in the first part of this next year. They were waiting to see the outcome of this election before deciding on a date. That’s another pressure put on the USA. The President said during the debates he had Israel’s back, which if this country wants to stay on the good side of God is a good thing. The problem is a lot of suffering is going to take place.

I know I don’t usually blog about politics or religion, but I felt I had to do this. Please pray for our country.

Shirley

Calling All Angels

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This was posted today and it affected me deeply and I had to share it. Please share it with your friends also. Blessings to each of you this Sunday.    Shirley

Author: Pat
Comment:

I wrote an article as a personal response to this event in Aurora, Colorado called “Calling All Angels” (http://plaintalkandordinarywisdom.com/?p=349) with the hope it would redirect and help in sending out love and comfort to those families involved in my home state Colorado.

If you would like to pass it onto your readers, I would be honored.

Thank you

Calling All Angels

Posted on July 24, 2012
Photo by Dez Pain at http://www.sxc.hu.home

I’ve written and rewritten this article a couple of times now trying to find meaning to words in my head and heart with regard to last Friday morning’s shootings in Aurora, Colorado, just a few miles from my daughter’s home.  A lot has been reported and written and I don’t want to rehash it.

It’s almost a full week since the shootings and the media moves on to current news and people begin to pick up the pieces of their lives. Some pick up where it left off and others face life decisions they never thought they would have to make alone.

My heart breaks and soul aches for those touched by this incident and I struggle with how to express words of hope and encouragement.

I don’t pretend to know what people are experiencing or feeling. I only want to share from personal loss and trust it will in some small way bring comfort.

Something has happened snatching us out of our daily routines and we didn’t ask for it.  For the most part, we can get along just fine taking care of business – going to work or school, showering, eating, playing, sleeping – and then something yanks the emergency brake and we tumble and crash.  Everything is upside down and we say, “What the hell?”, if we’re able, trying to make sense of it – only there’s no making sense.

Then something else happens, we try to stand and gain solid ground. We’re suddenly flooded with emotions and can no longer control the tears and pain in our chest. Our body is out of control and we feel like our gut is turned inside out.  Something is going on only I don’t know what.

It’s no wonder in times like these we turn to an unseen force seeking help – something beyond the body and mind because that’s not working the way it used to.  Our hearts cry out – perhaps “calling all angels” – and connect us to our spirit.  Now, this is out of the norm but there’s comfort – a peace and deep rest if only for a couple of hours.

The only problem is when I open my eyes I remember – it isn’t a dream.  It didn’t go away

and it starts all over again. This is the beginning of healing – one breath, one moment at a time.  We’re in touch with a part of ourselves we never knew existed, connected to a different dimension and it’s overwhelming.

This is life – all its working parts.  Pain brought us to a depth of our soul, though we don’t want to arrive that way.  Our spirit forces us to feel things we don’t want to feel.  Our senses are opened and introduced to something beyond daily routines. Can we dare to hope again – hope that our loved ones aren’t lost forever?

Can we begin to look through this ache and pain at good things that have come out of this – is there more happening on a bigger scale beyond what I can see?

  1. People genuinely loving, comforting one another with value: young and old women, men and children, professional athletes, business, hospital and medical professionals, military, police and fire men and women, FBI, elected officials, clergy,
    1. a president and Batman actor.
    2. Heroes emerged giving their lives for loved ones and fellow human beings.
    3. Hugo Jackson, born to the Medley family, is awaiting his father Caleb’s recovery from critical gunshot wounds.

    Life struggles to go on and yet it’s changed. None of this can really be explained to everyone’s satisfaction and debates go on forever. As a victim’s girlfriend put it (paraphrased), “He gave his life for me but I don’t know how to live it.”

    We begin to take a step forward and we’ll fall down.  But we’ll get up with more strength and determination with the help of others to make a difference and not take this life for granted.

    The real truth can only be found in the depths of our hearts but for now we can rest in the arms of an angel” and hold on to the good things remembered.  What are you feeling today?  Please share.

    Pat – from the ol’ kitchen table

Squatter Equals Headache II

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On Friday May 7, 2012, I posted a blog titled “Squatter Equals Headache.” Today I want to post and tell you what a whining, non-tolerant person I turned out to be. If you would go back and read that post you will have a better idea of what I am talking about.

Basically, we bought a house that we couldn’t move into because the man who had lived here for over ten years, was left behind by his geriatric girlfriend of eighteen years. She loaded her belongings and moved to California. Friends of their’s finally loaded this man up and put his things in storage. Since he agreed to it, we saw this as a good thing.

Long story short we made the man homeless. He is 87 years old and walking the streets of Sapulpa. He has dementia with a servere case of Sundowner Syndrome. It broke my heart to realize what was happening to the man. He lost everyone and everything in his world. He’d received  ten ousand dollars from his girl-friend for the sale of the house. He had that less than twenty-four hours before he lost it.  His truck was impounded by the police and he had no idea where it was.

My husband and I were fighting because I wanted to bring the man back to the house and take care of him but my family through a fit. They considered the man a danger to himself and others. Oh, did I leave out the fact he kept a pistol on him all the time.

I began praying that somehow the man would be helped. The wonderful news is he was.  I found out our neighbor called the girlfriend in California and told her excatly what was going on. I am thinking her own guilt got the best of her, because in two weeks she was here. She got the man, took him to the doctor and then back to California with her.  I have no idea what will happen now, but I know he is better off.  As far as all of his belongings, everything was auctioned off at the storage facility for unpaid storage.

You never know how something you do will affect another human being.  Never in a million years would I have thought I would have any part in making a person homeless. I can’t say that anymore.  All I can do now is thank God for answering my prayers, and leave the man in God’s hands.

Per Request, a Re-posting

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United States Supreme Court building in Washington D.C., USA. Front facade. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

I was asked to re-post my first blog concerning Obama Care and the status of our healthcare system in this country. Today I’m re-posting from January of this year.  Please stop by and leave your comments.  We need to get more dialogs going about this issue. If you are a Christian, as I am, lets pray that the right answer comes from the Supreme Court for this country and all the people, not just a few.   Blessings to all.

Let’s Talk Obama Care

As a retired RN who has worked in many areas of health care I have seen and experienced our broken health care system.  I have seen and experienced waiting in an emergency roomfor hours because it is being used like a clinic because lower-income people can’t afford medical care for themselves or their children.

I feel we are being held hostage by the insurance companieswho can dictate what our doctors can and can’t do.  Since they have to control their costs and make money, people are denied treatments that can save their life.  I feel every citizen in this country is entitled to medical care and I think the changes that will and have been started by Obama Careis a  good thing.  Why is it wrong for people to help buy insurance in a government-run program?  The citizens of this country have been paying for all of the care given to the poor to start with.  I feel in the long run this can save us money.  I can’t see a problem with them getting supplemented insurance at all. Obama Care will also help decrease the Medicare fraud that is perpetuated by the system in place now.  Wouldn’t that save us a vast amount of money?

I for one applaud the president for taking the initiative to change our health care system.  It is something that should’ve been done long ago.  Politics in this country tries to portray this plan as bad or good.  As I said, it is a new start.  I am not afraid of a new beginning with health care but I know many people are.

I am attaching a Bill Moyer’s video talking about medical lobbyist in Washington. It explains why so much propaganda is spread about anything affecting medicine or drugs.

http://youtu.be/GsIcS7egnyw

Prayer

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I have racked my brain trying to think of something to write about today.  You know, every time I tried to think of a topic, only one thing kept coming to my mind, Prayer. I think someone is trying to tell me something so I quit fighting it.  What is prayer to you? How often do you pray and do you have a reason for your prayer (not that you need one).

Prayer is our communication with God, or whom or whatever you worship. There are at least five types of prayer.

1. Asking for forgiveness – For me this one is an absolute necessity.  Since the only perfect person left this world over  2000 years ago, I can’t be perfect. I may try to convince my husband I am at times, but since the Lord knows me inside and out, he knows I fall off the wagon occasionally (so to speak).

2. Adoration This is the praise and worship type of prayer. I choose to adore my Lord.  There is no one above him and never shall be. The act of faith is a prayer of adoration.

3. Love – I think the prayer of love is tied to the adoration. You can’t give spirit filled love to our Father without the adoration.

4.  petition – For some, this is the only prayer they know,  Lord I need, Lord I want, Lord would you please, Lord I’m begging.  This type is when we pray when  we need something.  With a prayer of petition we should always prayer to accept Gods will whether he answers directly or not. I know God answers prayer. I learned the hard way. Be careful what you pray for because you may get it.

5.  Thanksgiving – This is probably the most neglected prayer type. It’s the prayer of thanksgiving. While grace before meals is a good example of a prayer of thanksgiving, we should get into the habit of thanking God throughout the day for the good things that happen to us and to others.

Have you noticed anything while you were reading these types of prayer.  The one thing I noticed was when I pray, or I hear someone else pray, it includes all five of these types, at the same time.  We make sure we cover all the bases.

We are taught to pray always, pray with faith in Jesus, pray with sincerity, and pray with real intent (ready to do God’s will).

My prayer for you:  My dear Lord and Savior, I thank you for the blessings you have given to me this day. I praise they name.  Lord I asked that you bless each person who is reading this prayer.  Put your arms around them and relieve  them of  burdens they carry. Guide them and bless them as only you can. Let everyone know that through you all things are possible.  In Jesus name. Amen.